"Well, I'm back—and I had a midnight snack," Elora said, glancing at her mother's expression. She could tell right away-her mother had seen her and Tatum hugging.

After a brief silence, she decided to speak first.

"Mom."

"Elora."

They spoke at the same time, then fell silent again.

"You go first, Mom." Elora stepped closer. "You're clearly not sleepy yet. Come to my room- we can have a mother-daughter chat."

That way, they wouldn't disturb her father and brother.

Mrs. Ormond followed her daughter into the bedroom.

She rarely entered Elora's space. Ever since Elora started junior high, she had made it a point not to go into her daughter's room without permission.

As her children grew, they needed their own privacy, and she respected that.

you want some water?" Elora asked, noticing her mother's hesitation. She motioned for her to sit on

a moment before saying, "Elora, you just got back from a business trip. Why don't you take a hot bath

to process what she

a wonderful man, and his cooking was exceptional-so exceptional that Elora hadn't gotten

last for a short period, thinking that Tatum was simply doing his

also noticed how attentive Tatum was to Elora, but

Elora, her gentleness toward Tatum hadn't concerned her either. After all, Tatum wasn't

capable, successful individuals. It was only natural that her attitude toward Tatum had softened once she learned of

hadn't expected

to outstanding young men in the city. But none of

idea what kind of man her

Elora would simply say she wasn't focused on relationships. Her priority was

circumstances, and the fact that Elora was

thirty, Mrs. Ormond

particular about her future

Elora married the wrong man— someone ambitious with

unhappy marriage, but she could also be manipulated, leading to

the risk of outsiders gaining control was a

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